“Okay.”
That damn word. But before I can say anything, he shuts the door in my face. I blink, startled, then laugh. He’s crazy. I like it. Especially since now all the nervous energy I felt a second ago is gone.
I knock.
He opens the door again and smiles at me. “Oh, hey. I was just thinking about you.”
I grin back. “Funny, I was just passing by…”
Wells grips the back of his neck, making me notice a small tear on the collar of his shirt. It’s a weird thing to find attractive, but it feels carefree and easy. I like that about him.
“Then I guess this is fate,” he teases.
Why is my heart beating out of my chest like this? Be cool, Margot.
I’m waiting for him to invite me in, but he keeps standing in the doorway, so I raise my brows.
He glances at the phone in my hand. “I’m waiting for the rest of your questions.”
“Oh…ummm…” is all I say as my words trail off.
I mean, I meant for this moment to happen, for me to ask them important questions before we…
But I pictured doing this seated on the couch or somewhere less strange than their front door.
A tiny breath escapes past my lips as I turn my face down toward my phone when “Wells” is yelled from somewhere in their bungalow.
He looks over his shoulder, letting his voice carry. “Margot has questions.”
The next thing I know, Brody and Brooks are flanking him.
Oh my goodness. The T-shirt-plus-board-shorts combo is strong with these three, and they look delectable. Brooks is wearing the same lifeguard tee I saw him in on the first day. I make a mental note to ask if they’re really lifeguards on the side.
“Ask away, gorgeous,” Brooks coaxes, making me smile before I lock eyes with Brody.
He’s impossible to disconnect from, and it scrambles my brain.
There are so many thoughts swirling. Like,I can’t believe I’m doing thistoI got here two days agoto the question that pops out first. One that wasn’t on my list.
I delicately clear my throat more for strength than because I need it.
There’s a beat of silence before I say, “Can I watch one of you give a blow job so I can learn how? Or is that rude?”
“Fuck,” “Jesus,” and “Inside” all ring out at the same time before the belt in front of my trench is grabbed, and I’m jerked inside.
I squeal, falling into Brody’s arms before he steadies me, then takes a step back.
Wells laughs. “I thought you had more questions about our entertainment tastes, not…”
“Oh,” I cut in, my expression matching the sentiment. “I only have awkward questions.”
“Your cheeks are cute that color,” Brooks throws out, making the color deepen.
We stand there in the cringiest silence before Brody claps his hands together. “Who wants a drink?”
Our collective hands shoot up.
This is going to be a long night.
